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My wife was making dinner. My boy was mowing the lawn. My dog was bringing me my slippers. I was relaxing in my most comfortable chair, reading a particularly rousing collection of essays about ammo. It was just like any other Saturday.
Suddenly, by boy shouted out in surprise. “Papa!” he shouted surprisedly. “Look, out on the meadow … it’s a … monstrous groundhog (Marmota monax).”
Fortunately, I knew just what to do. Specifically, that was busting out my 243 Win rifle and loading it with Black Hills’ fine V-MAX ammo. “Observe, my boy,” I spoke calmly as I leaned out the window, “for thanks to the flat-flying nature of the Hornady V-MAX, I am able to place long-range shots with relative ease.” I squeezed the trigger. Bang! The sound of my shot sloshed around the valley like the last sip of brandy in a fine crystal snifter. “And now, son, comes the best part,” I continued. “For when that bullet strikes the hapless groundhog, what do you suppose shall become of his rodential hinder?”
My boy thought for a spell. “Kablooey!” he said, proudly. And indeed, the V-MAX had already expanded and fragmented to thoroughly kill the scoundrel by that point. “Looks like his burrowing days are done,” I chuckled. “Now finish up your chores. Your mother is making fish sticks.”
Suddenly, by boy shouted out in surprise. “Papa!” he shouted surprisedly. “Look, out on the meadow … it’s a … monstrous groundhog (Marmota monax).”
Fortunately, I knew just what to do. Specifically, that was busting out my 243 Win rifle and loading it with Black Hills’ fine V-MAX ammo. “Observe, my boy,” I spoke calmly as I leaned out the window, “for thanks to the flat-flying nature of the Hornady V-MAX, I am able to place long-range shots with relative ease.” I squeezed the trigger. Bang! The sound of my shot sloshed around the valley like the last sip of brandy in a fine crystal snifter. “And now, son, comes the best part,” I continued. “For when that bullet strikes the hapless groundhog, what do you suppose shall become of his rodential hinder?”
My boy thought for a spell. “Kablooey!” he said, proudly. And indeed, the V-MAX had already expanded and fragmented to thoroughly kill the scoundrel by that point. “Looks like his burrowing days are done,” I chuckled. “Now finish up your chores. Your mother is making fish sticks.”
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